A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

What Fang Muan said was well-founded, and Duan Hong was speechless for a while.However, he has always been prejudiced against these people, and he has not completely dispelled his doubts at the moment.

The two were holding each other at the gate, and Wen Xuan walked out leading the horse, "Brother Duan, I'm going to feed the horse."

Duan Hong watched his beloved horse twitched by Wen Xuan, and couldn't help stepping forward to take over, "Why bother Brother Wen, I'll go by myself."

Seeing the two of them scrambling for each other, Fang Mu'an couldn't help interjecting, "The master only feeds it before dinner, and if you feed it again, you'll be stuffed to death."

Wen Xuan handed the reins into Duan Hong's hands, "The master feeds the horses with hay, and the horse can't do without grass. Both are indispensable." While speaking, he gently pushed Fang Mu'an into the yard. Bundle.

Fang Mu'an didn't know where Wenxuan was making trouble, so he took advantage of the situation and entered the courtyard.

After entering the room, Wen Xuan asked Fang Mu'an in a low voice, "What did Duan Hong tell you just now?"

"Nothing, just chatting."

How could Fang Muan have the nerve to tell Wenxuan that he stole his burden before, so he forced a smile twice to perfunctory it.

He was very worried, if Duan Hong insisted that he was dead and refused to let him follow, he would die.

Having encountered Waterloo in two consecutive missions, Fang Muan wondered how likely it was that Song Luo would recognize him if he wanted to use this body to go to Song Luo.

Thinking of Song Luo, Fang Mu'an couldn't help but sigh again, that little brat was about to marry the princess, and if he didn't stop it in time, he died in depression again, what if he died young.

It was one hurdle after another.

Wenxuan saw Fang Muan's frowning face and didn't know what he was thinking, so he leaned up to him and wanted to make trouble with him.

Fang Muan just wanted to tell Wenxuan to stay away, but his stomach hurts.

Seeing that Fang Muan's face was pale and cold sweat was crackling on his head, Wenxuan thought that he was suffering from heartache again, so he hurried over and rubbed his chest, it was fine if he didn't rub his chest, but when he rubbed his stomach, the little pig couldn't help howling again .

It doesn't matter if you have a stomachache, and it makes a gurgling sound when you touch it.

This posture...

it's not going to be...

Fang Muan was so sad that he couldn't take it anymore, he clutched his stomach and ran to the toilet; Wen Xuan also guessed that he had eaten too much, so instead of comforting him, he even rolled his eyes with gleeful laughter.

The taste of diarrhea is really sour.

Classmate Amu's sad digestive system is going to kill people.

Fang Mu'an couldn't live or die inside, so Wenxuan asked him through the door, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Half life is gone, what a ghost."

Wen Xuan felt weak when he heard his reply, and he put aside his mischievous thoughts a little bit, and handed him the straw paper through the door, "You ran out in such a hurry just now that you didn't even bring the paper with you."

Fang Mu'an held his nose and took the paper, instead of thanking Wenxuan, he became even angrier, "Go away."

Wenxuan was angry and funny, the damn bridge was demolished when he crossed the river, and he was still acting brave after falling into this virtue.

Fang Mu'an heard that there was no sound outside, and thought that Wen Xuan had left, and when his stomach pain gradually subsided, he tidied up and walked out.

When the cold wind blew, he shivered sadly again. His legs and feet were oppressed for a long time, and they were paralyzed. He could not move for a long time while leaning on the wall.

Fang Mu'an was scolding and complaining, and his lower body was vacated, and his whole body was hugged horizontally.

It was the grandson Wenxuan who took advantage of the maneuver.

The embarrassment in Fang Mu'an's mind was that Wenxuan seized every opportunity to curry favor with the puppet mother, and that he was a big man. Being hugged and walking around in such a posture was really embarrassing.

He was angry in his heart, but he didn't have the strength to struggle at all. He yelled and kicked Kong Kong twice. Ren Wenxuan carried him to the well and washed his hands and face with water.

Fang Mu'an finally understood why Amu used to eat like swallowing medicine, and just once he ate something wrong, any delicious food would become a mess.

"What sin did I do to spread such a body?"

Wenxuan helped Fang Muan wipe off the water on his face with his sleeve, and said with a soft smile, "Spleen and stomach are so weak, and you still eat so much greasy food, be more careful in the future."

It's okay not to mention this, but when he mentioned Fang Mu'an, he became even more angry, "It's all you, you slipped me a chicken leg and said, did you do it on purpose?"

Wenxuan couldn't laugh or cry when he was complained, "Yes, yes, it's my fault."

"Are you a broom star...why have I been so unlucky since I met you?"

The smile on Wen Xuan's face disappeared inch by inch, and his tone was a bit bitter, "Do you regret knowing me?"

It's really not lucky that they got acquainted once and ended up like that in the end, but Fang Mu'an never regretted getting acquainted with Kang Shinian in his heart, and he even missed their relationship in the previous life a little bit.

Whether it's when they were stumbling as a child, or when they grew up.

After all, Kang Shinian was the first person to have expectations for him. Strictly speaking, his life trajectory has been greatly changed because of Kang Shinian.

Even if the little tortoise hides selfishness in her idleness.

Seeing that Fang Muan was lost in thought, Wenxuan raised his hand and waved in front of his eyes, "It's cold outside, shall I carry you into the house?"

hug?

still hug?

Fang Muan shook his head like a wave drum, "Don't bother, I can walk by myself."

Wenxuan smiled and clenched his fists, and lightly pushed his shoulder, "You!" While ignoring protests, he pulled him up and supported him.

Fang Mu'an kept talking the whole time he was brought into the room, recounting everything from Wenxuan's character to his appearance.

Wenxuan didn't care about him, but wondered in his heart, what could his winking have anything to do with his diarrhea?

Fang Mu'an wasted his vitality, and fell asleep under the hot blanket; Duan Hong came back from a gallop, and Wen Xuan had nothing to say, they both said hello and went to sleep.

When he got up early in the morning, Duan Hong didn't mention the matter of parting ways with Fang Mu'an, the three of them went on the road as usual, walked carefully for two days, and finally reached Wenjing.

Duan Hong's Matthew is too conspicuous, and was fostered in the Shuitian farm on the outskirts of the city, and the three went to the city in disguise.

Wenxuan was worthy of being an assassin, and his ability to disguise and forge documents was also first-class, so it didn't take much effort to enter the city.

But the real test is yet to come.

In addition to the Jizhou Guild Hall, King Ji's other operations in the capital were also pulled out, and the three of them had to find a small inn first.

Duan Hong was eager to inquire about the news, but was dissuaded by Wenxuan, "The secret guards of the dark hall are good at hunting and assassinating. These days when I was wanted, I have exposed my identity many times and been besieged. Every time I escaped by luck. Now We are in the city, it is tantamount to standing in the center of the storm, and we must keep a low profile in everything, and we must not act arbitrarily."

Duan Hong gritted his teeth, "Brother Wen already has an idea?"

Wenxuan stroked the fake beard on his chin, and the old god said something, "The Duan family's old friends and old officials are all over the world. They have been convicted so far, but no one dares to lend a helping hand, which shows that the world is cold. Ordinary old friends can't be asked. Firstly, the emperor is watching, secondly, I am afraid that they are secretly hiding and betraying brother Duan."

Fang Mu'an wanted to laugh when he saw his pretense, "Mr. Wen, don't be a fool, tell me who is that unusual old friend?"

Duan Hong was still a little dazed, "What unusual old friend?"

Fang Mu'an scolded him in his heart, "Didn't Mr. Wen just say that you can't find an ordinary old friend, so naturally what we want to meet is an unusual old friend."

Wen Xuan nodded with a smile, "Amu is right. I'm afraid we are going to meet Lord Qinglian."

When Duan Hong heard these three words, his face turned pale as if he had seen a ghost, "You mean... Bai Qing?"

Fang Mu'an was also taken aback, isn't Mr. Qinglian the elder brother of Song Luo's Furen?Since he and Song Luo are in the same group, it's no wonder that Duan Hong didn't throw himself into the trap when he went.

Wenxuan was indifferent, "Mr. Qinglian has already seen through the world and will not suffer from these entanglements. He is well-informed, and he must know the whereabouts of the old lady."

Duan Hong clenched his fists, and the expression on his face gradually became ferocious, "I can't save the Bai family, I can't save his sister, and I can't save him, how can I have the face to see him."

Wen Xuan got up and walked in front of Duan Hong and patted him on the shoulder, "You and I don't want to show up, so I have to go to Amu."

Shrimp?

Fang Mu'an listened to the opera in a daze, and was somehow dragged onto the stage by Wen Xuan, "Mr. Wen, what did you ask me to do?"

Duan Hong looked at Wenxuan and then at Fang Muan, with a suspicious look on his face.

Wen Xuan went back to his seat, and Fang Mu'an said with a light smile, "Amu, please go to the Nanfeng Pavilion, and inquire about the whereabouts of the old lady in the name of divination."

Those who didn't know thought that the little turtle wanted to help him earn points.

Fang Mu'an was in a cold sweat. Last time he was taken to the Nanfeng Pavilion for no reason, and he was almost the one who was scooped up. This time, he was the one who led the charge when he lost his head.

He was not afraid of death, but he was very afraid of seeing that soul-stirring Lord Qinglian again.

That man obviously has a pure and innocent appearance, yet he is so much sexier than a coquettish woman.

Looks are second to none, the key is temperament.

Seeing Fang Muan's dumbfounded look, Duan Hong stretched out his hand and squeezed him, "Mr. Wen is talking to you, how do you reply?"

As soon as Fang Mu'an looked up, he saw Wen Xuan's cold face. The little turtle was smiling just now, but somehow he was stimulated, and his face changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Amu also needs to change his outfit, pretending to be a wealthy businessman."

Duan Hong glanced sideways at Fang Muan, "Brother Wen is afraid that he will expose Liyuan's identity?"

Wen Xuan smiled and said nothing.

Duan Hong looked at Fang Mu'an from top to bottom, "In the past, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to fool him, but since he was frightened that day, his actions, sitting and lying down are much rougher than before. Cover up."

Wen Xuan stared at Fang Mu'an, and smiled maliciously, "Amu's behavior is not in the way, but I'm afraid he can't hide his face and figure. It will take a lot of effort to change his face."

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